Luyện nghe bài hát Y'All Know the Name featPharoahe Monch, Xzibit, Inspectah Deck & Skillz

"Uh.uh.uh.baby!"

"X-Ecutioners" "Ya.ya.y'all the name"
"Stabbin the track with hands"
"X-Ecutioners" "Ya.ya.y'all the name"
"Louder!"
"X-Ecutioners" "Ya.ya.y'all the name"
"Stabbin the track both hands"
"X-Ecutioners" "Ya.ya.y'all the name"
"You out there?" "Louder!"

Monch}
This is masterful, classical, wax, imperial tactics
Black I master, traps that collapse backwards
All area access, passes without
Hit em, then I'ma shit on em and on em, and send faxes
Maximum amount (uh) not the
The oratal rock chop Florida Seminole
Subliminal which make criminals act bitch
in creatin the most pinnacle rap shit
Got Toni Braxton lookin women
My beats get feet to steppin Fast Actin Tinactin
Dominant X-Men like actin
Backslap wack rap to get a reaction
My rips tennaments up then I'ma wreck shit
Then I'ma flip, hits on this next shit
Deejays collect tips them then hit the exit
at they show the front row, gettin hectic
The X shit...

"Ya.ya.y'all the name" "X-Ecutioners"
"Stabbin the track both hands. together"
"The fall. you out there?" "Louder!"
"X-Ecutioners" "Ya.ya.y'all the name"
"Stabbin the with both hands. together"
"The forever gon' win. you out there?"

Yeah yo, uh-huh, yeah, it
You wanna get to my but you don't hustle enough
Any attempts at my stuff and I'm fuckin you up
I'm sick of weak shit winnin, nigga yo' ain't rockin
The good life is a bitch, seem like everybody cop
The shotclock is runnin out, out the police
I crack the teeth of any with beef
Masterpiece, X-Ecutioners,
Any problems, come to Los and ask for me

Deck}
Yo castastrophe, none can match me, naturally
smash ya faculty
Veral assault and
Sparatically blast at the capacity and cause casualties
Street savy, niggaz blast me out the
Groupie chick wish she have me
XE in back of me, hit like a
Accurately, ya don't grab me, ya skills still

"Ya.ya.y'all the name" "X-Ecutioners"
"Stabbin the track with hands. together"
"The fall. you out there?" "Louder!"
"X-Ecutioners" "Stabbin the track... the track"
"...with hands"

I got my man Roc Raida on the and cut
Rob Swift you at son, the "What What"
make em - now we ready to go
Last but not least, total eclipse (Whatchu know?)
I got a question, who can see I don't know
But whatever I play, you know that Skillz flow
Shit we mastered the feat, you bring us (what)
Y'all could crap if y'all was that shit with eight fingers
on black, we in the Hall of Fame
Got ya picture in our crib on the Wall of
I expect emcees to murder me (what)
Cuz when we up and start cuttin, you wish you was in surgery
You see the X?
Here's some on-offs nigga take yo' ass back to doin
You're better off if somebody ya
And change ya name to DJ

"Ya.ya.y'all the name" "X-Ecutioners"
"Stabbin the track both hands. together"
"The fall. you out there?" "Fifty in the stands"
"X-Ecutioners" "Ya.ya.y'all the name"
"Stabbin the track both hands. together"
"The fall. forever win" "You out there?" "Louder!"
"Y'all the name"

*Redman's vocal dog